On the Soul Arena.
When Shrek Academy finished releasing their martial souls, the Heaven Dou Second Team, who had been arrogantly enjoying the cheers of the audience, was stunned.
Shrek Academy didn't play by the rules. As soon as the battle began, the five soul masters with lion, bear, tiger, leopard, and wolf martial souls rushed over. Tang San immediately activated his fourth soul ring.
Tang San's fourth soul skill, his ten-thousand-year soul skill, was called Blue Silver Cage, a group control skill.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Instantly, five Blue Silver Cages trapped the five powerful attack-type soul masters who rushed over.
With a ten-thousand-year soul skill and Tang San's Soul Master cultivation, controlling these five people was a piece of cake.
Xiang Chengxian, Dai Mubai, Tailong, Huang Yuan.
Black Tiger, White Tiger, Ape, Lone Wolf!
Also four powerful attack-type battle soul masters.
When Tang San controlled the five, the four of them immediately used their soul skills to unleash a barrage of attacks.
The other two were merely controlling and supporting, still unleashing their soul skills.
Shrek's agility-type soul master, Jing Ling with her skeleton spirit
, was already upon them. Adding to this, Tang San's extended Blue Silver Grass had begun to entangle the two.
In moments, the Heaven Dou Second Team was overwhelmed by Shrek's various attacks, easily crushed and brutally beaten.
"Stop! We surrender!"
The Heaven Dou Second Team's leader quickly shouted to the referee on the fighting platform. The
Shrek team stopped.
The entire process took less than a minute.
Frankly, it was too fast; Shrek hadn't even felt it before the Heaven Dou team was defeated.
Seeing the Heaven Dou Second Team lying on the fighting platform, covered in blood, their bones broken and tendons severed, the Heaven Dou Second Team's leader's face showed anger.
"Referee, I want to file a complaint against them! This isn't a competition; it's malicious injury, even murder! They violated the rules!"
Although the time was short, Shrek's attack was fierce.
Everyone had been holding their breath, and they had all fought with full force.
The referee coldly glanced at Shrek Academy's side.
Tang San smiled calmly and said,
"Respected referee, I only have one question for you. Are they dead?"
Ma Hongjun, watching from the sidelines, chuckled. This was Tang San—gentle as he was, but equally ruthless.
Like Xiao Wu, Tang San was a tough guy, but he was ruthless and didn't talk much.
Tang San pointed to Jiang Zhu behind him, "Our support-type Soul Master's ability is healing. She activated her Martial Soul from the beginning, releasing her healing ability. This healing ability is enough to spread across the arena.
It's not for healing us, but for them. If we really wanted to kill, would we heal our opponents? It seems they don't need our healing anymore. Senior Jiang Zhu, stop."
This left the others speechless, but it really felt like deliberate torture.
Healing them, not killing them, just torturing them.
Contempt, blatant contempt.
Finally, the referee announced,
"Shrek Academy wins."
A variety of voices erupted from the audience—shock, disappointment, and cheers.
Emperor Xueye, unable to save face, got up and left, giving his good younger brother, Prince Xuexing, a cold glance before he left.
After the competition, of course, came the fan meeting.
The cheerleaders, who had been shouting all day, were exhausted.
When the Shrek Academy members saw the cheerleaders outside, they were dazzled.
So many beautiful women, they couldn't even swallow their saliva.
Tailong, Huang Yuan, and several others stared wide-eyed.
Even Ma Hongjun couldn't resist; as the boss, he hadn't seen many employees.
Now, a sea of long, white legs, jade-like hands, and slender waists was truly tempting.
For a moment, Ma Hongjun felt his wickedness hadn't been completely cleansed; it was probably already ingrained in his bones.
Besides the Shuang'er sisters, Di Xin and Yue Ruying, these two Soul Masters, also wore cheerleader outfits.
Their Soul Master aura, paired with these youthful and sexy outfits, was quite a sight.
"Congratulations, Young Master!"
A group of women waved their pom-poms, bowed in unison, and shouted.
There were already many people leaving, and the sisters themselves attracted attention, so everyone around them turned to look.
"Who taught you to be so flashy?"
Ma Hongjun scolded as he walked over and gave the Shuang'er sisters a hug.
It was enough to make anyone envious.
Dai Mubai turned his head away, not wanting to look at Ma Hongjun; the past was too painful to recall, thinking back to how Ma Hongjun had once been just as philandering.
Dai Mubai turned his head and saw Ning Fengzhi approaching.
The affair between Ma Hongjun and Ning Rongrong was pretty much out in the open when her father arrived, while Ma Hongjun was still embracing another woman.
As a brother, Dai Mubai naturally had to quickly remind him.
In his haste, he called out,
"Hongjun, Dad!"
"Hey, Mubai, what did you call me?"
"I called you Dad."
"I treated you like a brother, but you..."
"Oh my god, your dad's here."
"Where's my dad?"
"Your Qibao Dad."
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi had already walked over.
"Dad!"
Ning Rongrong ran into Ning Fengzhi's arms and called out sweetly.
Ma Hongjun quickly let go of his hands on the Shuang'er sisters.
"It really is Qibao Dad. I'm sorry, Mubai, I misunderstood you. I thought you..." "
Get lost!"
Ning Fengzhi glared at Ma Hongjun, not mentioning what had just happened.
"Hello, Shrek Academy kids."
Ning Fengzhi greeted everyone. His purpose in coming here, besides meeting everyone, was also to convey the message from Emperor Xueye.
"His Majesty was also extremely dissatisfied with Prince Xuexing's actions back then. If it weren't for the fact that registration couldn't be changed afterward, His Majesty would have even considered letting you return to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
Ma Hongjun smiled faintly and said,
"Shrek is doing very well now."
Ning Fengzhi understood this as well. The message had already been conveyed, so he didn't dwell on the issue.
Ning Fengzhi advised them again, hoping that they would try to avoid situations like today's where teammates were injured. After all, they represented an academy, not individuals. If they caused trouble, it might affect their juniors and bring a bad influence to the academy.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi looking at the team members, Ma Hongjun said,
"Uncle Ning, let me introduce our team members to you."
"This Sister Jiangzhu is our senior, a level 35 healing-type Soul Master. She was also on the field just now."
Jiangzhu hurriedly bowed to Ning Fengzhi, "In front of Sect Master Ning, how dare this junior call himself a support-type Soul Master?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly. Although he was over fifty years old, he looked only about thirty. His mature masculine charm made Jiangzhu lower her head and not dare to look at him.
"Miss Jiangzhu's martial soul is quite unique. As long as she focuses on developing her healing abilities, her future will definitely be bright."
Jiangzhu's pretty face flushed slightly. She was already nineteen years old, a true young woman. For a girl like her, powerful strength and a man's mature charm were the biggest attractions. When she looked up at Ning Fengzhi again, her pretty face turned even redder.
Ma Hongjun looked on awkwardly, inwardly troubled by Ning Fengzhi's damned mature charm.
He also looked at Jiangzhu speechlessly.
"I treat you as a senior, but you want to be my mother-in-law."
No wonder so many handsome guys in their Blue Tyrant Academy didn't catch Jiangzhu's eye; it turns out she likes older men!
Ma Hongjun continued to introduce them one by one. When he introduced Dai Mubai, Ning Fengzhi let out a soft "Eh."
Clearly, the White Tiger martial soul had revealed Dai Mubai's identity; it was unexpected that a prince from another country would come here to participate in the competition.
Finally, Tang San was introduced.
"Little San, I've mentioned it to your uncle many times already. The hidden weapons I gave you were made by Little San."
Sword Douluo had already told Ning Fengzhi about Tang San's identity as a descendant of Haotian.
As heirs of the three upper sects, none of his sons were as outstanding as Tang San.
Even Ning Huahua, now enhanced by immortal techniques, was far inferior.
"I wish I had a son like Tang San,"
Dai Mubai chuckled, interjecting.
"Uncle Ning, Hong Jun is also a good son."